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The marble hand emerged from the bath and clung to him. The winged corpse raised, and suddenly it turned out that he still has a head: beautiful, pale and absolutely exhausted. The face was fierce, but the lips were sorely curved.

«This is all Blaise!» He had a cold angelic voice. «She completely tortured us! Take it until she did with you the same as with me. Make her back to us. Say her that the world will be a hell for her without us. And then you will be safe.»

The hiss of the marble lips was frightening. Enrico could not escape from an angelic grip, but a moment, and the angel disappeared, as if the TV was dramatically turned off and the image was gone.

All this was a dream, inspired by the tablets on which he sits? Probably, everything just happened to him. But the water in the bathroom was overflowing through the edge, although Enrico accurately remembered that he did not fill her.

«Lucas!» He called several times, but no one responded.

A rare case! Such disrespect for him was never shown before. Someone is always on duty at the door.